My body forgets that I died 3 years ago.
It walks around.
Drinks its self into a stupor at night to help it sleep
Gets up at 6 am.
works the days away.
has hobbies and does brunch with my friends on the weekends
Forgets that Its dead inside from longing for last lover and her dimpled smiles
hasn’t forgotten really but just gets on with it. Day by day while I watch from the sides wondering if I’ll always be the dead thing She stopped loving again.
Letters for my Lovers 